inspire-indiana Chapter 311 Master Pei Jue Buddha Emperor Night Candle
Chapter 311 Master Pei Jue Buddha Emperor Night Candle
Twenty years ago, when Pei Jue first met his master, he was shocked as Deva.
His master is admirable!
That is a very powerful person, he is brilliant in writing and thoughtful, standing with him, Pei Jue often feels ashamed of himself.
Although for some reason, the master only taught Pei Jue for twenty-seven days, but in his heart, it was a round of Yaoyang that could never be surpassed!
He does not allow anyone to belittle Master...
"You don't want to listen? Well, the king won't talk about it!" Pei Shanhe said, taking out a book and handing it over. "The patriarch has been a little irritable recently. I hope to read a few more books to clear my mind!"
Pei Jue took it over, it was a Buddhist scripture, the Shurangama Sutra.
"It seems that Uncle has been reading Buddhist scriptures in his spare time. Is it because he has done too many bad things and needs the blessing of Buddha's light?" Pei Jue sneered.
"You've never said anything big or small, but you are the patriarch, so I forgive you." Pei Shanhe smiled.
"Do you know? I've been waiting, waiting for the day when you can't pretend anymore, the day when you abolish me and seize power by yourself!"
"Is this how you think of the king?"
"Yes!"
"Patriarch, you are too honest. You want to learn from your master, but your master is a master of conspiracy. There are sophisticated designs and traps behind every word he says. But you have not learned the slightest bit." , on the contrary, it will make the opponent alert and act first!"
As Pei Shanhe said, walking towards Pei Jue step by step, a huge breath suddenly gushed out!
Pei Jue's complexion changed slightly.
"Such blunt words, it's fine to say it to this king. When you take power in the future, you can't say it to those old foxes, otherwise...you will suffer. Too many words will hurt, and deep words will hurt. This lesson, the patriarch will remember! "
Pei Shanhe raised his sleeve robe, and slapped Pei Jue on the shoulder with a palm. The latter groaned, staggered two steps, and his complexion turned pale in an instant!
"This slap is my king, as an uncle, teaching my nephew a lesson!"
Pei Shanhe smiled slightly, and after saying that, he turned and left with his hands behind his back!
Pei Jue looked at his back and remained silent for a long time...
...
The westernmost part of the Dao world.
There are lush trees, few people, and steep mountains. In the middle of the forest, there is a lake of nine million miles. In the center of the lake is an island called Buddha Island.
One of the three major islands in the Dao world!
In the middle of Buddha Island, there are waterfalls flying, red lotus blossoms, and lotus leaves are round.
There was a man sitting cross-legged on the ink lotus platform. He was wearing a silver Kasaya, with a bald head, a gentle appearance, and a temperament like a breeze. There is no age to be seen in him, he has the appearance of a young man, the spirit of middle age, and the age of old age, mysterious and extraordinary.
Outside the Black Lotus Terrace, there is a small lake, and a brazen formation is vaguely revealed on the lake, with bursts of coercion and sparkling light.
He held a Shurangama Sutra in his hand, and he was fascinated by it.
His name: Emperor Buddha, Yezhu!
"Amitabha!"
At this time, two people crossed the water, put their hands together, and bowed their heads.
The one with cold eyes, wearing a golden Buddha robe and a red triangular crown is Buddha Lingdu.
Walking with him is the Buddha of Wuxiang, but this person is quite strange. He is dressed in a yellow robe and a black silk crown. He has a strong figure, but he looks like a virgin.
The two of them came by stepping on the water, Sacred is solemn, and the Buddha's light shines everywhere.
"You two are here, but what's the news?" Seeing this, Yezhu put down the Buddhist scriptures.
Buddha Lingdu said: "The Emperor Buddha, the outside world is as usual. All living beings have their own Karma. In the world of mortals, the hustle and bustle is the same as before. But recently, a major event has occurred. Among the three major islands, the Shura Island of the Spirit Race united with ghosts. Clan and Yan Clan launched a war against Yan Island."
Ye Zhu asked: "How is the battle going?"
Buddha Lingdu said: "Originally, Yan Island was weak, but...at a critical moment, a man in green clothes with a sword of the extreme sword appeared, and an extremely powerful woman in red clothes appeared. They turned the tide and not only saved Yan Island, but also severely injured Shura. island, and even destroyed the three emperor swords!"
"The man in Tsing Yi?"
"I heard that it is Xie Feng who is number one in the heaven list! As for the woman in red, I have never heard of it, and it seems that she does not belong to the Dao world!"
"Xie Feng?!"
Hearing this, Ye Zhu's eyes moved slightly, and he said, "This Xie Feng, this emperor doesn't want to become an enemy with him."
Phaseless Buddha was puzzled: "Why is there a trace of fear in your tone?"
Ye Zhu shook his head: "It's not because of fear, but because this person... has no relationship with this emperor, with Buddhism and Taoism! The Buddha said: If you follow the path, you will enter Samsara, and if you go against it, you will exit The Three Realms. The earth and people can control it, but it cannot be restrained by greed, hatred, or ignorance. He has a holy heart and a demonic heart, but he is not infected with the Buddha's spirit, and the Buddha... will not save this person..."
Buddha Lingdu asked, "Do you know him?"
"This emperor only sees 'as it is'. Everything in the world has form and form. This emperor observes its form and appearance. All kinds of karma cannot escape the eyes of this emperor."
Yezhu said leisurely.
Phaseless Buddha and Lingdu Buddha clasped their palms together and said, "We will be taught!"
Ye Zhu nodded: "Go!"
"Yes!"
The two Buddhas left respectfully.
Ye Zhu slowly closed his eyes and fell into a state of meditation.
Shortly after.
A little monk in yellow appeared, holding a pot of orchids, rushed over excitedly, and said happily: "Master! Look quickly! The orchids are blooming!"
Ye Zhu opened his eyes and saw the blooming orchid, he smiled: "Xiao Mo, you took good care of it."
This little monk is only ten years old, his parents died, he lived on the street three years ago, and almost died of freezing in the snowstorm.
Yezhu revived him with a bowl of rice soup, and since then he has been by his side, gathering herbs, weeding, chanting scriptures and so on, living every day with foolish joy.
Ye Zhu took a look at Xiao Mo, raised his palm slightly, folded lotus leaves into a bowl, scooped a proper amount of water, and melted a red pill.
"You have been weak since you were young, and you have been taking tonics every half a month. Now, it's time to take your medicines."
Said, handed over the lotus leaf bowl.
Looking at the red medicinal liquid exuding a bitter smell in the bowl, Xiao Mo put down the orchid pot with a bitter face, took the lotus leaf bowl reluctantly, squeezed his nose, and poured it down in one gulp.
"Uh... vomit..."
After drinking, he choked his neck and retched twice.
"It's too bad to drink! It's bitter and astringent! Master, I feel much better now, can I stop taking the medicine?"
Xiao Mo said painfully.
Ye Zhu said softly: "Bitterness is also a taste in the world. Eating bitterness is also a kind of practice."
"Hey, Master, I still can't reach home! Can you teach me how to practice so that I can comprehend faster?"
"This emperor asks you, what are you going to do after drinking the medicine?"
"Read the scriptures!"
"No, after drinking the medicine, you should wash the dishes."
"What! Is this the practice you taught me?"
"Progress step by step and respect the rules. Washing the dishes is a process of refining the mind and body. Isn't it a practice?"
"The disciple has been taught! Thank you Master!"
Holding the lotus leaf bowl, Xiao Mo bowed reverently.
Xiao Mo squats by the lake to wash dishes.
Yezhu turned his gaze, looked at the pot of orchids on the ground, and asked, "Xiao Mo, tell this emperor, how are these flowers and plants different in four seasons?"